Burrying the hatchet

"I can't believe I did it," Irea muttered to herself as she sat down on the edge of the bed.

For the entire week, she was trying to convince Layn to make up with the prefect. Not because she wanted to spread love and friendship wherever she went, but because that prefect was one of the highest civilian authorities in the entire warcamp.

'And with his plans to create his own school,' Irea thought. Her lips quivered before forming a thin line. 'If he wants his school, then he needs to start learning how to curry favors!'

After a few moments, Irea stood up from the bed. Even though there was still some time before the people would start to return to the warcamp, she already had her hands full with preparations.

'We stocked on food, water, and weapons, we have the camping equipment… I guess I will start with dinner then!' Irea recounted in her mind before grabbing her pouch and moving outside.